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Marcus Constantine:
"Lady Sophia, I am afraid my brothers in faith are right. Although your... servant will certainly rise fear in our enemies, it might also rise the fear of unknown amongst ordinary people."
After a minute Marcus added:
" However I do not like the term... servant. How shall we call you?" - Marcus directed the question to the just met Eldar.
Passionario:
Unlike her gawking companions, the psyker paid little attention to the Eldar. The alien wasn't the problem; Sophia was the problem.
--- Quote from: Gargulec on September 04, 2009, 11:17 ---"Any questions?" Sophia asked, after a second.
--- End quote ---
Pass did her best to quash the very thought of the question that was bothering her the most, - "Since when could xeno-loving unsactioned psykers become Inquisitors?" - and opted for a barrage of more harmless inquiries instead, in hope that Sophia wouldn't pick the real one from her mind:
"How much time do we have available until the fleet is launched? Will we operate openly, or under a determined cover story? Do you have any known rivals or enemies on Magna Alpha, who would interfere with the investigation just because they can?"
The psyker's mouth suddenly split into a wide grin, and her eyes lit up with a lunatic brilliance:
"Oh, and if we succeed, can I get one of those shiny collars that your pointy-eared servants are wearing, instead of this dull metal badge?"
Xander Morhaime:
Halsted leaned over to Pass, whispering a quick, "You might want to opt out of the explosive charge if you do get a collar like that," in suggestion.
That done, he turned to Lazarus and the others with a light shrug. "Well, at least I think we know who'll be heading up this investigation..."
Of course, it did not bode well when the psyker was the most level-headed of the group.
Silhar:
The Eldar listened carefully to every single word spoken in the great hall, afraid to lose anything of great importance (apart from mumbo-jumbo about covering his own face with a helmet, which he found annoying...), thus he heard Constantine's question. While others were barking their hestitations, stealing much of The Inquisitor's attention, he whispered in response : "To be spoken later, follower of the Mortal-God.", then he moved his head lightly towards Sophia, trying to make Marcus understand, that he wasn't allowed to speak now. After all, he's a slave...
What's more, Silharriel too didn't like at all the idea of mon-keigh witch leading their force. "I always wanted to serve under The Great Seer. Morai-Heg, The Mistress of Fate, why are you so ironic to me ?...", bitter thought came upon him. The silly question about explosive collars just empowered the Silharriel's strong dislike to the psyker. "I can borrow you mine, if you want it so badly." - he made a riposte in his mind and conserved it to be used later.
Gargulec:
Sophia gazed at female psyker and whispered, with shadow of threat in her voice.
"I sincerely hope, Pass, that you understand that thought hidden in the heart, just like sins, all turn to decay. And that my profession is to seek those thoughts and weed them out. With fire and faith, if needed."
Then, she turned to Tobias.
"You can do whatever you want with that Eldar, even strip him from cloths and make him run down the underhive streets. But, mind that he is my property, and I would not want to see it damaged in any... unrepairable way."
She raised her voice, so every of you could hear her well.
"It is yours to decide how will you approach that assignment. I told you everything you should know. If you can't handle it without guidelines, then it was fatal mistake to bring you here."
Sophia paused and turned back.
"Fatal for you, of course. Now, please, get out. You will be lead to shuttle shortly."
As you were exiting the chamber, Pistis spoke again.
"Lazarus and Tobias, stay."
After few minutes, they reached you back in hall, while you were chattering about Pistis and you frist job for Imperial Inquisition.
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